This year saw the good, the bad, and the ugly in me, displayed here in Slice of Lime for all your bloggy enjoyment.
Back in February I dyed my hair pink at the request of a friend going through treatment for breast cancer. This friend of mine has told me for years I need to dye my gray and I refused. When she asked me to go pink I relented for the sake of solidarity. We'll call that me being good. As an update, she is doing really well as she finishes up a second round of chemo and her own hair has come back in. This time, she opted not to dye the gray. I think she looks stunning and told her so. She has come to love her gray hair.
Later on in the year I showed up two of my manly bosses (one who is just massive, the other who is a 4th degree black belt) by ripping a phone book in half after they each failed in their attempts. It continues to be an office wide joke. I've been known to just interject the words "phone book" when comments are made about women being weaker than men or when it is jokingly suggested I should be able to do some impossible task because they find it easy. Yeah, I still gloat on occasion. I guess that would qualify me as bad.
For my birthday, which I share with another local friend we had a redneck party. Ugly, reeeeal ugly. Uglier than a fencepost....but a helluva lot of fun. Need I say more? A picture really is worth a thousand words...or dry heaves.
If you've stuck with me all year and through this whole post then here's a bonus of me playing Baby New Year and expressing part of what I am hoping for in 2011...a rest, a good nap (because again, if you've followed this year you know it's been hellacious in a lot of ways)...and heck, how about a return to pudgy being considered irresistibly adorable.